Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Tomlinson
Stimme und Gesang
Dick Van Dyke
Stimme und Gesang
Irwin Kostal
Dirigent:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Richard M. Sherman
Songwriter:in
Robert B. Sherman
Songwriter:in
Irwin Kostal
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bruce Botnick
Mischtechniker:in
Jack Wadsworth
Forschung
Jeff Sheridan
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Polito
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Randy Thornton
Produzent:in Kompilationen
Ron Kidd
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Shawn Murphy
Mischtechniker:in
Ted Kryczko
Produzent:in Kompilationen
Letras
[Verse 1]
A man has dreams of walking with giants, to carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the mortar of his zeal
Has a chance to congeal
The cup is dashed from his lips, the flame is snuffed aborning
He's brought to wreck and ruin in his prime
[Verse 2]
Life is a rum go, Guv'nor, and that's the truth
Do you know what I think? It's that woman Mary Poppins
From the moment she stepped into this house, things began to happen to me
Mary Poppins?
Yes, yes, of course!
[Verse 3]
My world was calm, well-ordered, exemplary
Then came this person, with chaos in her wake
And now my life's ambitions go with one fell blow
It's quite a bitter pill to take
[Verse 4]
It's that Poppins woman, she did it!
I know the very person you mean, Mary Poppins, she's the one what sings
A spoonful of sugar, that is all it takes
It changes bread and water into tea and cakes
See, that's exactly what I mean
Changing bread and water into tea and cakes indeed
No wonder everything's higgledy-piggledy here
[Verse 5]
A spoonful of sugar goes a long, long way
'Ave yourself a 'ealthy 'elpin' ev'ry day
An 'ealthy 'elping of trouble if you ask me!
[Verse 6]
You know what she did? I realize it now
She tricked me into taking Jane and Michael to the bank, that's how all the trouble started
Tricked you into taking the children on an outing?
Yes
Outrageous! A man with all the important things you have to do, shameful!
[Verse 7]
You're a man of 'igh position, esteemed by your peers
And when your little tykes are cryin', you 'aven't time to dry their tears
And see them grateful little faces smilin' up at you
Because their dad, 'e always knows just what to do
Like you say, Guv'nor
[Verse 8]
You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone
Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they've up and grown
And then they've flown
And it's too late for you to give
Just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down
The medicine go down, medicine go down
Welp, goodbye, Guv'nor, sorry to have troubled you
Written by: Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman